By SALLY SEXTON | firstname.lastname@example.org
Karl Moore grew up amid the oil rigs in West Texas. But his journey through military took him overseas and back, before he settled in Weatherford.
Below is his written version of the trials of the U.S. Air Force:
I had just graduated from high school in the summer of 1966 and all was good then. I had just landed a great job and was not thinking about the future.
All of that changed in July, when I received a letter from Hazel Petty, the executive director of the local draft board, to report to Abilene. I was to take a physical for the draft.
Two weeks after the physical, I received orders to report to Abilene for induction into the U.S. Army. I knew it was my time to do my duty and to serve my country. Fortunately, my boss had a son in a similar situation as mine.
Roger had joined the Air Force and his parents said he really enjoyed it.
I called Roger to see how he was doing and to get his thoughts on the Air Force. The conversation helped persuade me to join the Air Force.
I informed my parents of my decision to join and by Sept. 2, I was on my way to Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio. I have five other brothers, but for various reasons, they were not drafted and did not go into service.
My twin brother [Charles], being married with a child, decided to join the Air Force 18 months later.
In September, I was sworn in to the United States Air Force, which would become my home for the next few years.
After basic training, I was sent to Security Police Training School at Lackland.
Following basic, I received orders to report to Homestead Air Force Base in Florida, about 25 miles south of Miami. Assigned to the 8th Air Force 19th Bomb Wing Security Police Squadron, I walked the flight line for about four months. I was then assigned to training for a year, then to base law enforcement for 10 months.